St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1887-11-12

swore he would enter she came to tho
door and told him "all was over be-
tween them. and he would please leave
and never see her again.
Il left her with a curse" he said. but
here he broke down and sobbed rs If his
heart was breaking. could do moth
ing for him; if the girl had tired OF him.
it was certainly to his advantage and
time would SO prove it. Bat youth is
hot and impulsive. and knew he would
not believe me in his present state. In
a short time he recovered himself and
asked oh! SO piteously: Judge. what
shall do? You know woman; you're
man of the world, and then you
promised to help me. What shall 1
do?" told him to go home and come
to me in the morning. and would try
and think the matter out. He left me
and settled back into my chair. trying
to think Of some way to help the boy.
when rap. rap. again at the door
Come in!'' shouted, and in walked
Mary.
She was all muffleI up in rich furs.
but oh! what a sad little face peeped
out at me from under the heavy seal
skin hat. gave her chair near the
fire and waited for her to speak. Soon
she said:
Hes been herc?'
nodded.
What did he say?" she asked.
1 repeated his story. She listened
and then looked mp to me saying: Il
did it for his sake. did it," and here
her voice tremb!ed. ''because love him
and I'm not worthy of his lOve-I only
Il: ..as him down-he's a young man.
with the world before him. and I'm an
unfortunate girl. whom the world GEN.
sures; but. on! it's SO hard to give him
up. My God! my heart is breaking"
and down went the little face between
her hands. and for the second time that
night my room resounded with sobs.
know it's very unmanly. but must
confess that the tears welied up in my
old eyes. and taking her little hands in
mine and gently patting them. said:
Tell me your troubles and l will try
and help you." She told me her story
agreeing with L.'s-but said: Il told
him l did not care for him. but was
false to myself-he's more to me than
all the rest Of the world; but it is my
great love for him. and my pride in him
that made me act SO tonight. ! lean
not drag him down to my level. In
few years he will forget me and marry
some girl worthy to be his wife. l
could never be that to him. and the
world would laugh at him for his kind
ness and constancy to me-"
Again was puzzled. What could I
say? She was right beyond doubt. but
it was hard-awfully hard on her. and
I shuddered to think of what her future
would be, when this little happiness
she had known had faded out of her
life.
Iadvised her. las had l.. to go
home and l would try and think out
some solution to the case.
A few minutes later she left me.
shall never forget her putting her little
hand in mine, gazing into my face with
those pleading. sad eyes and saying:
IL thank you, and whatever happens
try to help l. to forget me; but it is
so hard. so hard!' and on: she went
into the cold. dark night. and the wind
howled around the corners with such q
human-moaning sound that I shivered
and crept back to tho warmth Of my
Office. Well, there's not much more
to tell. The next morning they found
her in the snow-deai frozen to
death. her poor little face all pinched
and drawn in the last agonies Of death
and one hand firmly grasping letter
| addressed to l..
We read it together-such a pitiful
letter. such a womanly letter. such .
sweet, tender letter. that bowed my
old head and wept like child.
-was nearly crazed with grief.
We left him alone with his dead. and
when few hours later he came from
the darkened room in which rested all
that was dearest to him in the world.
he came to me and said: "You will
attend to everything. Ileave here to-
night. To stay in this place another
dsy would kill mer' I promised him.
and we laid the poor little soul to rest
next day.
In compliance with his wishes SIM
ple stone marks her grave. and on il
only ..Mary. Thomas S. WILSON. is
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